morning arrives in total darkness
cold and chill awaken my senses
alone and drowsy I begin
solitary thoughts always crowd in
a hot brew warms my soul's flame
feeling returns and I begin again
A contest entry
- Early in the Morning by Utok Bulinaw.
450 points, ended November 16, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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Short and simple. Thank you for this entry.
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Nice one...simple, to the point, and yet describes my morning every morning...Well done, honestly I couldn't have described it so eloquently!!!!Good write...


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short and packs a lot I like these





